Pete Doherty - The Last of the English Roses lyrics
[Pete Doherty - The Last of the English Roses lyrics]
My, you did look dapper in
Your mothers old green scarf
With your famous Auntie Aurthur’s trousers on
You were slapped by that slapper
And how we all laughed
But she laughed the loudest oh in ‘93
You could charm the bees nees of the bees
"Cheeky" you’d say and we all fell around
Rolling ’round the playground
"Saucy" you’d say and we all fell about
Rolling ’round the playground in the ‘94
We all sang
Skipping and dancing hand in hand
Yeah with all the boys together
And all the girls together
She’s the last of the English roses
She’s the last of the English roses
(She hardly spoke a word of the language)
She knows her Rodneys from her Stanleys
And her Kappas from her Reeboks
And her tit from her tat
And Winstons from her Enochs
It’s fine and take what I
Coming out, coming alive
Round the Snooker table
You dance the Frutti Tutti
She almost spilled her lager
Toasting girls of great beauty
But the closing moved by
Coming of age, coming alive
All the boys together
And all the girls together
She’s the last of the English roses
She’s the last of the English roses
She’s the last of the English roses
She’s the last of the English roses
Ce soir, disons chez moi
Enfin je compte de toi
Je te drague la rose mystique
Tu l’arrose mystique? Ha, vas-y
C’est mon monde de soleil
Nous pouvons regarder les filles qui
Foutez-moi la paix
Your mothers old green scarf
With your famous Auntie Aurthur’s trousers on
You were slapped by that slapper
And how we all laughed
But she laughed the loudest oh in ‘93
You could charm the bees nees of the bees
"Cheeky" you’d say and we all fell around
Rolling ’round the playground
"Saucy" you’d say and we all fell about
Rolling ’round the playground in the ‘94
We all sang
Skipping and dancing hand in hand
Yeah with all the boys together
And all the girls together
She’s the last of the English roses
She’s the last of the English roses
(She hardly spoke a word of the language)
She knows her Rodneys from her Stanleys
And her Kappas from her Reeboks
And her tit from her tat
And Winstons from her Enochs
It’s fine and take what I
Coming out, coming alive
Round the Snooker table
You dance the Frutti Tutti
She almost spilled her lager
Toasting girls of great beauty
But the closing moved by
Coming of age, coming alive
All the boys together
And all the girls together
She’s the last of the English roses
She’s the last of the English roses
She’s the last of the English roses
She’s the last of the English roses
Ce soir, disons chez moi
Enfin je compte de toi
Je te drague la rose mystique
Tu l’arrose mystique? Ha, vas-y
C’est mon monde de soleil
Nous pouvons regarder les filles qui
Foutez-moi la paix